In a world of no purpose or determined values, everything operates on a flat plane of equal insignificance. As with the flattening of pictorial space in cubist art and the flattening of time in the modern novel, so in absurd drama there is flattening out of form. Man is no longer an aspiring creature, moving upwards toward ever greater achievement; he is either chasing his tail on the flat plane of existence or moving downwards toward disintegration and decay. The from of absurd drama tends to be either circular and repetitious, as with Beckett's Godot and play and lonesco's The Bald Soprano and The Lesson, or a declining spiral into futility and dissolution, as in Endgame, Krapp's Last Tape, and The Chairs. In a world in which all events are equally meaningless there can be only one climax--and that is the negative one of death. Once again, as we saw with pinter, we are in T.S. Eliot's world, which "ends, not with a bang but a whimper.